The entire process took less than a minute.
When Friday once again stood quietly before Chen Lin, the shabby workshop was already perfectly organized. The floor gleamed like new, and even the dust in the corners had been swept away.
Chen Lin looked down at the floor, which reflected his image, and felt as though his jaw had come unhinged.
This was no robot.
This was a sci-fi version of the magical snail maiden who secretly did all the housework.
No, this was an ironclad snail man!
He could fight, sweep, and do chores!
An incredibly bold idea grew wildly in Chen Lin's mind, making his heart pound.
He hesitated no longer.
With a slight shift of thought, he put Friday into the Storage Ring, then silently said, Out.
His figure vanished instantly.
A second later, Chen Lin was back in the second-floor bedroom of the Farmhouse Courtyard.
Li Xiaoyue was sleeping soundly on the bed, her breathing steady, completely unaware of everything that had just happened.
Without disturbing her, Chen Lin quietly closed the bedroom door behind him and went to the deserted backyard.
The night breeze was cool.
He released Friday from the Storage Ring.
The big fellow, his entire body gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, looked mysterious and powerful in the moonlight.
Chen Lin's anticipation had reached its peak.
"Friday, go pick all the ripe tomatoes and cucumbers in the vegetable patch."
"Yes, master."
Friday strode toward the thriving vegetable patch in the corner of the backyard, nourished by spirit spring water.
Pale blue streams of data lit up his eyes as he rapidly scanned the patch.
Then he began picking.
His metal fingers were unbelievably dexterous, his movements gentle and precise as he plucked the fully ripened produce.
He did not even touch anything that